The male voice laughed, "Young Master Fuga, I've arrived, when will you come over?" ”

Qin Fujia's expression was unmoved, and his voice was cold: "Half an hour later." ”

"Okay, then I'll be waiting for you here."

Qin Fujia didn't respond and hung up the phone.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at a temple located on the top of the hill near the top of the mountain, where incense was burning and smoke hovered above the temple, as if sheltered by the light of the Buddha.

The bodyguard who was in charge of sending Qin Fujia to the mountain saw another car in the parking lot at a glance.

If he remembers correctly, it was Dong Zhenhong's car on the road.

He looked back at the back seat of the car and asked respectfully, "Young Master Fuga, do you need help?" ”

Qin Fujia glanced sideways at the car, "No need, you can go back." ”

"Yes, Master Fuga." The bodyguard didn't say anything more and immediately responded.

Qin Fujia got out of the car and walked into the temple with a steady pace.

The sweeping monk at the door clasped his hands together: "Amitabha." ”

Qin Fujia stopped, returned to his palms, bowed slightly on the back of his palms, and slightly bent his palms.

He walked on, over the threshold, past the main hall, to the side parlor.

At the door of the living room, there were two fierce black-clothed bodyguards.

Seeing Qin Fujia, two black-clothed bodyguards looked him up and down, and one of them spoke: "Young Master Fujia, our Master Hong has been waiting for you for a long time. ”

Qin Fujia walked straight into the meeting room, without giving them a single look, let alone paying attention.

As soon as he entered, the two black-clad bodyguards immediately sneered.

"A little monk, dragged."

"I don't know why Hong Ye has to come to beg him, wouldn't it be more neat to tie people up directly?"

"That's it, this monk, heh, I can take him down with one punch!"

Inside the living room.

On the main seat of the mahogany sofa, a fifty-five-year-old middle-aged man was sitting, he was Dong Zhenhong.

Dong Zhenhong drank the tea slowly and methodically, as if he was full of patience.

It's just that the glances at the door from time to time reveal his true emotions.

Dong Zhenhong has been living very happily in City A for decades, and no one dares to provoke him when he sits in this position.

Just recently, there was a young man who didn't want to die, thinking about his territory, his things.

After Dong Zhenhong heard the news, he immediately went to investigate this person's information.

It was a ruthless and ambitious man named Boyce, who heard that he had no father, no mother, no relatives and no reason, and fought all the way alone, pulled the last boss off the horse, and then sat on the throne himself.

In the past few years, this person named Boyce was only active in H City and Asia Triangle, and never stepped into other fields, giving people the illusion that he would follow the rules and understand the rules.

When they let their guard down, Boyce catches them off guard, swallowing the entire sub-triangle and reaching for City A.

Dong Zhenhong has been restless these days, and he is afraid that he will not be able to pull this person named Boyce, and he will not be able to give in to a young man who has just entered the road for a few years.

Someone pointed out a path to him, Qin Fujia.

Qin Fujia, a man who had also frightened Dong Zhenhong many years ago, is now hiding in the mountains and becoming a monk with a pure heart and few desires.

Dong Zhenhong knew that he had stepped into the coffin with half a leg, and if there was no one from the younger generation to come up, he was afraid that he would have a bad end.

So he personally came to the temple on this mountain and asked Qin Fujia to help him.

He believed that as long as Qin Fu Jiaken came forward again, no matter how many Boyces there were, they would not be able to lose anything.

Just last night, the man, Boyce, seemed to have made an action.

This news made Dong Zhenhong not sleep well all night, so that before dawn, he couldn't wait to come to the temple and wait for Qin Fujia.

Time passed minute by minute, and for the anxious Dong Zhenhong, it was torment.

Dong Zhenhong was thinking about sending someone to urge Qin Fujia when a figure finally stepped into the door.

Dong Zhenhong's movements in his hand paused, looked up, and then, the wrinkles on his face squeezed into deep grooves, and he smiled, "Young Master Fujia, you can make me wait." ”

Qin Fujia stopped and sat down on the single sofa on his right, glanced at the time, and said calmly: "The time we agreed on is half past eight in the morning. ”

After listening to his words, Dong Zhenhong subconsciously looked at the watch time on his wrist, which was just right, and even the second hand had just reached half past eight.

Dong Zhenhong inexplicably raised a burst of anger, this Qin Fujia deliberately wanted to choke him.

Thinking that there was still something to ask Qin Fujia to do, Dong Zhenhong suppressed this anger stiffly, and the smile on his face increased instead of decreasing, "Young Master Fujia is really a punctual person, if he doesn't do it a second earlier, he won't be a minute slower." ”

Qin Fujia didn't speak, his fingers gently turning the Buddha beads on his wrist.

Dong Zhenhong squinted his eyes when he saw that he didn't answer his words, and then laughed, "It's better not to waste time, what do we have to do with it, don't say polite words, let's just talk about the point." ”

He poured a cup of tea and handed it to Qin Fujia to put it down, making a crisp sound.

"Young Master Fuga, one night is enough for you to think about it, how about it? Have you thought about it? ”

Dong Zhenhong kept a smile on his face, but his eyes were full of ruthlessness, as if as long as Qin Fujia's answer was not satisfied, he would directly ask for Qin Fujia's life.

"I can't do what you ask." Qin Fujia's face did not change, "You can find someone else." ”

"Hahaha-" Dong Zhenhong suddenly let out a burst of laughter, and it took a while before the laughter stopped.

He stared at Qin Fujia with gloomy eyes: "Young Master Fujia, what do you mean by this?" I don't seem to get it. ”

"I can't do what you ask." Qin Fujia still didn't change his expression at all, his eyes looked at Dong Zhenhong, and he didn't have the slightest timidity.

Qin Fujia continued: "You want to find someone to accompany you against Boyce, my suggestion is to go directly to Boyce and hand over your sincerity, maybe he will be merciful and spare you." ”

His voice was very calm, as if he was just talking about an ordinary thing, like talking about the weather.